Authors Whose Homophonic Names Sound Curiously Related to Their Subjects
Jane Arbor wrote The Cypress Garden (Winnipeg, Canada: Harlequin Books, 1969).
Claude Balls wrote Shy Men, Sex, and Castrating Women (Trexlertown, PA: Polemic Press, 1985).
William Battie wrote A Treatise on Madness (London: J. Whis- ton and B. White, 1758).
Cyril Berry wrote Winemaking with Canned and Dried Fruit (Andover, UK: Amateur Winemaker, 1968).
Clara Louise Burnham wrote The Inner Flame: A Novel (Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1912).
Geoff Carless wrote Motorcycling for Beginners (East Ardsley, UK: EP Publishing, 1980).
J. N. Chance wrote The Abel Coincidence (London: Robert Hale, 1969).
W. Chappell wrote The Preacher; or, The Art and Method of Preaching (London: Edward Farnham, 1656).
William A. Christian wrote Oppositions of Religious Doc- trines (London: Macmillan, 1972).
Edward H. Clinkscale wrote A Musical Offering (New York: Pendragon Press, 1977).
Douglas J. Cock wrote Every Other Inch a Methodist (London: Epworth Press, 1988).
Elizabeth Dyer wrote Textile Fabrics (Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1923).
Harry Belleville Eisberg wrote Fundamentals of Arctic and Cold Weather Medicine and Dentistry (Washington, DC: Research Division, Bureau of Medicine and Surgery, 1949).
Frank Finn wrote The Boy’s Own Aquarium (London: Country Life and George Newnes, 1922).
Paul J. Gillete wrote Vasectomy: The Male Sterilization (New York: Paperback Library, 1972).
John Goodbody wrote The Illustrated History of Gymnastics (New York: Beaufort Books, 1983).
William I. Grossman wrote A Primer of Gross Pathology (Springfield, IL: Thomas, 1972).
Roger Grounds wrote The Perfect Lawn (London: Ward Lock, 1974).
Norman Knight wrote Chess Pieces (London: Sampson Low, 1949).
A. Lord wrote The Grace of God (Truro, UK: James R. Nether- ton, 1859).
G. A. Martini wrote Metabolic Changes Induced by Alcohol (Berlin: Springer Verlag, 1971).
L. G. Chiozza Money wrote Riches and Poverty (London: Methuen, 1908).
Jack Roy Strange wrote Abnormal Psychology: Understanding Behavior Disorders (New York: McGraw-Hill, 1965).
Mary Twelveponies wrote There Are No Problem Horses, Only Problem Riders (Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1982).
[Reprinted from Tyrannosaurus Lex by Rod Evans by arrangement with Perigee, a member of Penguin Group (USA) Inc., Copyright (c) 2012 by Rod Evans.]
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Hey followers now that I have an ok number of followers…well an alright number of followers, I’d like to introduce myself. My name is Robertiini (robert-tea-knee)…so tell your friends and your moms and your moms friends that name. Or not your choice I wouldn’t know if you did or didn’t anyways.I figure tumblr is the one place that can handle my name without butchering it or otherwise.
Also I might Love You.
IF - a poem by Rudyard Kipling
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
’ Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And - which is more - you’ll be a Man, my son!